Cigarette smoke, hot and bitter to the taste
rolling from painted lips, cold as the grave
unfeeling eyes, dead to the world
the executioner smile of a whore
-Frost lattice on the concrete
where the brave dare not tread.
Another unfortunate born through pain
-Of glass, the darkened room
never graced by happiness
another sad memory to be forgotten
-The reason why I came here,
why? For something?
why? For nothing?
why is this so hard?
-wood desk, a purpose with structure.
False reason and illogic
bound within castles of steel and glass tiers
-roll down the cheek of lost Valentine
is it my fault you were never mine?
Is this why you left?
-Or right? Choices, choices
one or the other,
both different and same.
Now make up your mind
-The step on your way down.
live with the fate
shown on the dice
your hand rolled
-Cigarette smoke, hot and bitter to the taste